Chapter 1754: Chapter 1611: Fragrant Mugwort on the Dragon Boat Festival
Xiaoyang wants everything, and Grandma and Granny are eyeing those opera selections, wanting everything too.
The last ti soone ca to the village to perform was over twenty years ago when village sales pitches were popular. Back then, there were magicians and acrobats!
In one evening, the village grannies spent two or three thousand yuan on health supplents!
Two or three thousand was a lot of money back then. The villagers figured it was all a scam, deciding they would never go again if it happened in the future. So gradually, no one ca anymore.
Now, after so many years, Lao Song’s family is hosting an opera. From the mont the stage started being set up, villagers began gathering around, waving fans. So are even helping to set up the sunshade nets, eager to get it done quickly so they can start listening sooner.
During the festival, the theater troupe mbers, well-fed and hydrated, are all fired up. Although the morning was rough, in the afternoon they must fight back! They aim to show everyone what their real strength is!
Those tens of thousands of yuan truly weren’t at all wasted!
They use "not a loss" to console themselves, but in reality, the ss caused by Boss Wu in the morning not only failed to impress his hotown but also led to a frenzy of afternoon events—
A series of buzzworthy terms, shares, likes, and a flood of trending traffic.
After all, with so many explosive points, it’s hard not to catch fire!
The employees at the restaurant ntioned that today many custors are asking about it. If it continues like this, once word spreads, can the restaurant still get big orders?
All to save a few tens of thousands of yuan, coupled with a montary lapse of self-control, now just a single day’s loss exceeds those tens of thousands!
His chain restaurant caters to the local middle-aged and elderly, who are particularly fond of scrolling Douyin, and with such heat now—
["A certain restaurant owner forcefully enters the won’s changing room, using the excuse of opera to threaten not to pay the final paynt..."]
Who knows which smart-ass ca up with this headline? So adept at grabbing attention, it’s hard not to click and take a look!
Now look, this evening, the Dragon Boat Festival banquet has dozens of tables canceled in one afternoon!
Absolutely absurd!
After all, in a small city, word of mouth is crucial. Once it spreads among people of all ages, it spreads at lightning speed!
Even custors who aren’t bothered by it have young family mbers who will whisper a few words, then quickly cancel.
Because the Dragon Boat Dinner isn’t as lively as the New Year’s Eve dinner; any place can do it, so it’s better to choose sothing decent and reliable.
But now, none of this concerns the i Hua Theater. Everyone is enthusiastically setting up props, cleaning the stage, and adjusting fans and ice.
Backstage, people are changing clothes, vocalizing, and doing hair and makeup, all cramd together. Thankfully, with fans and large basins of ice, although it’s a bit scorching with so many people, it’s overall quite manageable.
It’s just manageable.
Song Tan was just about to check the environnt, seeing a crowd squeezed in here, makeup running down faces, quickly urged:
"Quick, quick, quick, tell Master Jiang to send over a few more basins of ice—isn’t the ice machine still running?"
"Where’s Doctor Guo? Mix up a big tank of antidote tea and throat-soothing tea!"
"Grandma, call Dad, ask him to bring over all the ho air circulation fans."
The big factory fans were too loud and too strong, affecting the opera performance on stage and had to be kept backstage.
This arrangent made everyone in the troupe feel particularly comforted.
The leader reminded: "Let’s stay alert and sing well. I see there are many elderly villagers, maybe we’ll have another chance in the future."
Does that even need to be said?
Teacher Ning calmly responded: "When have we not been serious?"
"Besides, just for this food, we’ll have to fight to co back next ti."
The leader: ...
Get a grip, the villagers said such good ingredients are rare finds!
Normally not for festivals, you can’t eat good stuff every day, right?
But in any case, all various matters were sorted out one by one, and the preparation work was finally completed.
At this mont, the background music slowly started, and everyone checked the ti, there’s still over ten minutes before five o’clock. Those drinking water drank water, those tidying up tidied up, those reviewing segnts continued reviewing—
So went out from backstage to take a look: "There’s a lot of people!"
Indeed, there were many people.
Secretary Xiaozu borrowed a flower to offer Buddha, notifying in place. Ten miles and eight villages nearly all ca if they were free.
Originally, according to local customs, daughters return to their parents’ house on the Dragon Boat Festival, and every household is lively at noon.
But now, younger people drag their families, the holiday ti is short, so they hurriedly return in the morning and leave in the afternoon. Mostly, it’s just enough ti to have a lunch.
With that, they’re free in the afternoon and evening, aren’t they?
Those who haven’t left now bring the kids to join the fun.
Yun City is a small city without any proper place for performances. Local opera performances like this have never been seen by children.
Taking this opportunity to show them!
At five o’clock, under the sunshade, the musical prelude began, even Seventh Grandma wasn’t cooking tonight, bringing a small stool to sit in the front row.
Many elderly in the village ca, so from distant teams, and quite a few rode motorbikes over. So even used private village cars for shuttle services.
Young people aren’t interested in opera, but since it’s organized, they gather, take pictures, chat, whatever.
Plus, Lao Song’s family announced they’ll serve big buns tonight!
Oh my! They’d have to use a hundred pounds of flour in one evening!
Thinking of his priceless delicacies and those banquet tastes that are unforgettable once experienced, they have to wait!
In short, the audience under the stage is a dense crowd; there are particularly many spectators.
So, the good show begins—
The prelude of erhu and moon lute rges together, and the long and clear opera tone is so penetrating.
In this sweltering Dragon Boat season, with the sunshade filled with thick dry Ai Cao to ward off mosquitoes, the five toxins recede, and everyone benefits.
On the mountain, employees knead dough, chop fillings, and wrap buns, busy throughout the afternoon. This triple pay Dragon Boat Festival day is truly not wasted!
At five o’clock, Master Jiang arranged for apprentices to put the buns in the stear, and then promptly headed down the mountain—he hadn’t sincerely listened to opera in decades!
Not that he’s particularly fond of it, but as he got older, he loves this kind of excitent.
As he left, the employees ready for departure sneakily slipped into the canteen: "Well, I have a big appetite, and it’s a long way. Three to five buns aren’t enough, how about ten?"
Though Master Jiang left, the assist chefs were unfazed—forr colleagues just know each other too well!
Facing his forr comrades, he remained cold and unyielding:
"It takes three hours by high-speed rail from your house to here, do you eat two als in those three hours?"
"Also, the rule is that each person can take a maximum of four—there are so many people! If everyone wants ten, we’d have to wrap all night!"
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